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    Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast

    Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time.

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    30. "Love & Theft" at 25! Sep 11, 2026
    Show notes

    For the first time ever, Henry and Erin Callahan welcome you to a crossover episode with Infinity Goes Up On Trial! In this very special episode Henry and Erin are joined by a panel of experts to discuss the 25th anniversary of "Love & Theft" and September 11, 2001, which famously (in the Dylan world) occurred on the same day.

    Our expert panel of Michael Glover Smith, Roberta Rakove, Adam Selzer share their thoughts, memories and feelings about both the album and that day.

    What were your memories from that day? Did you buy "Love & Theft" when it came out? Tag @songsofbob on Instagram with your thoughts!

    Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob,

    If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack.

    Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com

    Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.


    29. Goodbye Jimmy Reed with Erin Callahan Aug 17, 2026
    Show notes

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time. In this episode, Henry welcomes back his bestie Erin Callahan to talk about Goodbye Jimmy Reed and the finale of the Long Hot Summer 2026 in Nashville!

    Goodbye Jimmy Reed

    Written by: Bob Dylan

    I live on a street named after a Saint
    Women in the churches wear powder and paint
    Where the Jews and the Catholics and the Muslims all pray
    I can tell a Proddy from a mile away
    Goodbye Jimmy Reed - Jimmy Reed indeed
    Give me that old time religion, it’s just what I need
    For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory
    Go tell it on the Mountain, go tell the real story
    Tell it in that straight forward puritanical tone
    In the mystic hours when a person’s alone
    Goodbye Jimmy Reed - Godspeed
    Thump on the bible - proclaim the creed
    You won’t amount to much the people all said
    ‘Cause I didn’t play guitar behind my head
    Never pandered never acted proud
    Never took off my shoes and threw them into the crowd
    Goodbye Jimmy Reed - goodbye and goodnight
    I’ll put a jewel in your crown - I’ll put out the light
    They threw everything at me, everything in the book
    Had nothing to fight with but a butcher’s hook
    They have no pity - they don’t lend a hand
    And I can’t sing a song that I don’t understand
    Goodbye Jimmy Reed - goodbye and good luck
    Can’t play the record ‘cause my needle got stuck
    Transparent woman in a transparent dress
    It suits you well - I must confess
    I’ll break open your grapes I’ll suck out the juice
    I need you like my head needs a noose
    Goodbye Jimmy Reed, goodbye and so long
    I thought I could resist her but I was so wrong
    G-d be with you, brother dear
    If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here?
    Oh, nothing much, I’m just looking for the man
    I came to see where he’s lying in this lost land
    Goodbye Jimmy Reed and with everything within ya
    Can’t you hear me calling from down in Virginia

    Check out Erin's new book! https://bookshop.org/p/books/bob-dylan-in-the-1980s-a-reconsideration-erin-c-callahan/1f54f866c253f95d

    And her fabulous podcast: https://infinitygoesupontrial.substack.com/

    Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob,

    If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack.

    Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com

    Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.


    28. Desolation Row with Dr. Stephen Daniel Arnoff Jul 15, 2026
    Show notes

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music, one song at a time. In this episode, Henry welcomes renowned scholar and author of "About Man and God and Law: The Spiritual Wisdom of Bob Dylan," Dr. Stephen Daniel Arnoff to discuss a top 3 song, of Henry's from the legendary, Highway 61 Revisited, 1965's DESOLATION ROW.

    Listen to the song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUvcWXTIjcU

    Desolation Row

    Written by: Bob Dylan

    They’re selling postcards of the hanging
    They’re painting the passports brown
    The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
    The circus is in town
    Here comes the blind commissioner
    They’ve got him in a trance
    One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
    The other is in his pants
    And the riot squad they’re restless
    They need somewhere to go
    As Lady and I look out tonight
    From Desolation Row
    Cinderella, she seems so easy
    “It takes one to know one,” she smiles
    And puts her hands in her back pockets
    Bette Davis style
    And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
    “You Belong to Me I Believe”
    And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend
    You better leave”
    And the only sound that’s left
    After the ambulances go
    Is Cinderella sweeping up
    On Desolation Row
    Now the moon is almost hidden
    The stars are beginning to hide
    The fortune-telling lady
    Has even taken all her things inside
    All except for Cain and Abel
    And the hunchback of Notre Dame
    Everybody is making love
    Or else expecting rain
    And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
    He’s getting ready for the show
    He’s going to the carnival tonight
    On Desolation Row
    Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window
    For her I feel so afraid
    On her twenty-second birthday
    She already is an old maid
    To her, death is quite romantic
    She wears an iron vest
    Her profession’s her religion
    Her sin is her lifelessness
    And though her eyes are fixed upon
    Noah’s great rainbow
    She spends her time peeking
    Into Desolation Row
    Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
    With his memories in a trunk
    Passed this way an hour ago
    With his friend, a jealous monk
    He looked so immaculately frightful
    As he bummed a cigarette
    Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
    And reciting the alphabet
    Now you would not think to look at him
    But he was famous long ago
    For playing the electric violin
    On Desolation Row
    Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
    Inside of a leather cup
    But all his sexless patients
    They’re trying to blow it up
    Now his nurse, some local loser
    She’s in charge of the cyanide hole
    And she also keeps the cards that read
    “Have Mercy on His Soul”
    They all play on pennywhistles
    You can hear them blow
    If you lean your head out far enough
    From Desolation Row
    Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
    They’re getting ready for the feast
    The Phantom of the Opera
    A perfect image of a priest
    They’re spoonfeeding Casanova
    To get him to feel more assured
    Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
    After poisoning him with words
    And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
    “Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know
    Casanova is just being punished for going
    To Desolation Row”
    Now at midnight all the agents
    And the superhuman crew
    Come out and round up everyone
    That knows more than they do
    Then they bring them to the factory
    Where the heart-attack machine
    Is strapped across their shoulders
    And then the kerosene
    Is brought down from the castles
    By insurance men who go
    Check to see that nobody is escaping
    To Desolation Row
    Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
    The Titanic sails at dawn
    And everybody’s shouting
    “Which Side Are You On?”
    And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
    Fighting in the captain’s tower
    While calypso singers laugh at them
    And fishermen hold flowers
    Between the windows of the sea
    Where lovely mermaids flow
    And nobody has to think too much
    About Desolation Row
    Yes, I received your letter yesterday
    (About the time the doorknob broke)
    When you asked how I was doing
    Was that some kind of joke?
    All these people that you mention
    Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
    I had to rearrange their faces
    And give them all another name
    Right now I can’t read too good
    Don’t send me no more letters no
    Not unless you mail them
    From Desolation Row

    Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music

    Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob,

    If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack.

    Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com

    Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.


    27. "Bob" by Weird Al with Ray Padgett Jun 15, 2026
    Show notes

    In this weird Episode, Henry veers off course to talk to Bob Dylan scholar, writer & expert, Ray Padgett, about Weird Al Yankovic's 2003 pastiche of a Bob Dylan song, "Bob." Come for Ray Padgett, stay for the best palindromes you'll hear today! I promise, next month, back to a Bob Dylan song!

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIty7RqbF9o

    I, man, am Regal, a German am I
    Never odd or even
    If I had a Hi-Fi
    Madam, I'm Adam
    Too hot to hoot
    No lemons, no melon
    Too bad I hid a boot
    Lisa Bonet ate no basil
    Warsaw was raw
    Was it a car or a cat I saw?

    Rise to vote, sir
    Do geese see God?
    Do nine men interpret? Nine men I nod
    Rats live on no evil star
    Won't lovers revolt now?
    Race fast safe car
    Pa's a sap
    Ma is as selfless as I am
    May a moody baby doom a yam

    Ah Satan sees Natasha
    No devil lived on
    Lonely Tylenol
    Not a banana baton
    No X in Nixon
    O stone, be not so
    O Geronimo, no minor ego
    "Naomi" I moan
    A Toyota's a Toyota
    A dog, a panic, in a pagoda

    Oh no, Don Ho
    Nurse, I spy gypsies, run!
    Senile felines
    Now I see bees, I won
    UFO tofu
    We panic in a pew
    Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
    God, a red nugget, a fat egg under a dog
    Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog

    Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob,

    If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack.

    Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com

    Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.


    26. John Brown with Jon Lasser May 16, 2026
    Show notes

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time. Henry brings in Professor Jon Lasser to teach us all about the early 60's Bob Dylan song that didn't see the light of day till the mid 90s, "John Brown."

    Learn more from Jon at @teachingbobdylan!

    Listen and follow along with the song here:

    John Brown

    Written by: Bob Dylan

    John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
    His mama sure was proud of him!
    He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all
    His mama’s face broke out all in a grin
    “Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine
    You make me proud to know you hold a gun
    Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get
    And we’ll put them on the wall when you come home”
    As that old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout
    Tellin’ ev’ryone in the neighborhood:
    “That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know”
    She made well sure her neighbors understood
    She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile
    As she showed them to the people from next door
    And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
    And these things you called a good old-fashioned war
    Oh! Good old-fashioned war!
    Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come
    They ceased to come for about ten months or more
    Then a letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train
    Your son’s a-coming home from the war”
    She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around
    But she could not see her soldier son in sight
    But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last
    When she did she could hardly believe her eyes
    Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off
    And he wore a metal brace around his waist
    He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know
    While she couldn’t even recognize his face!
    Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face
    “Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done
    How is it you come to be this way?”
    He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
    And the mother had to turn her face away
    “Don’t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
    You thought it was the best thing I could do?
    I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud
    You wasn’t there standing in my shoes”
    “Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?
    I’m a-tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’
    But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close
    And I saw that his face looked just like mine”
    Oh! Lord! Just like mine!
    “And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink
    That I was just a puppet in a play
    And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke
    And a cannonball blew my eyes away”
    As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock
    At seein’ the metal brace that helped him stand
    But as he turned to go, he called his mother close
    And he dropped his medals down into her hand

    Copyright © 1963, 1968 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991, 1996 by Special Rider Music

    Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob,

    If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack.

    Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com

    Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.


    25. Mississippi with Laura Tenschert (Definitely Dylan) Apr 15, 2026
    Show notes

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time. Henry finally welcomes the iconic Queen of Bob Dylan Podcasting, Laura Tenschert aka "Definitely Dylan!" In this episode Laura brings our first "Love & Theft" song to the podcast with, "Mississippi" for a lively and fun discussion! Mississippi Written by: Bob Dylan Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape City’s just a jungle, more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down Got nothing for you, I had nothing before Don’t even have anything for myself anymore Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well, the devil’s in the alley, mule’s in the stall Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all I was thinkin’ about the things that Rosie said I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie’s bed Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees Feeling like a stranger nobody sees So many things that we never will undo I know you’re sorry, I’m sorry too Some people will offer you their hand and some won’t Last night I knew you, tonight I don’t I need somethin’ strong to distract my mind I’m gonna look at you ‘til my eyes go blind Well I got here following the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well my ship’s been split to splinters and it’s sinking fast I’m drownin’ in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free I’ve got nothin’ but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me Everybody movin’ if they ain’t already there Everybody got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interesting right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in I know that fortune is waitin’ to be kind So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Copyright © 1996 by Special Rider Music Check out https://www.definitelydylan.com/ and Laura's Patreon, for more content! https://www.patreon.com/c/definitelydylan/posts Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.


    24. Cold Irons Bound with Michael Glover Smith Mar 15, 2026
    Show notes

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time.

    In this episode, Chicago Filmmaker and author, Michael Glover Smith returns to discuss 1997's Grammy award winning, Cold Irons Bound and its placement in 2003's Masked & Anonymous. Michael also talks about his book, "Bob Dylan As Filmmaker: No Time To Think.

    Check out www.michaelgloversmith.com

    Listen to the song and follow along with the lyrics:

    Cold Irons Bound

    Written by: Bob Dylan

    I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around
    Well, I’m all used up and the fields have turned brown
    I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
    My love for her is taking such a long time to die
    I’m waist deep, waist deep in the mist
    It’s almost like, almost like I don’t exist
    I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
    The walls of pride are high and wide
    Can’t see over to the other side
    It’s such a sad thing to see beauty decay
    It’s sadder still to feel your heart torn away
    One look at you and I’m out of control
    Like the universe has swallowed me whole
    I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
    There’s too many people, too many to recall
    I thought some of ’m were friends of mine, I was wrong about ’m all
    Well, the road is rocky and the hillside’s mud
    Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
    I found my world, found my world in you
    But your love just hasn’t proved true
    I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
    Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
    Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
    Reality has always had too many heads
    Some things last longer than you think they will
    There are some kind of things you can never kill
    It’s you and you only I been thinking about
    But you can’t see in and it’s hard lookin’ out
    I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
    Well the fat’s in the fire and the water’s in the tank
    The whiskey’s in the jar and the money’s in the bank
    I tried to love and protect you because I cared
    I’m gonna remember forever the joy that we shared
    Looking at you and I’m on my bended knee
    You have no idea what you do to me
    I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
    Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

    Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob,

    If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack.

    Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com

    Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.


    23. Lily, Rosemary & The Jack Of Hearts with Amy Maude Helfer (Mezzo Soprano) Feb 15, 2026
    Show notes

    Henry welcomes professional opera singer and cantor, Mezzo Soprano, Amy Maude Helfer, to talk about 1975's Blood On The Tracks song, Lily Rosemary & The Jack Of Hearts.

    Listen to the song and follow along with the lyrics:

    https://www.bobdylan.com/songs/lily-rosemary-and-jack-hearts/

    Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

    Written by: Bob Dylan

    The festival was over, the boys were all plannin’ for a fall
    The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall
    The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin’ wheel shut down
    Anyone with any sense had already left town
    He was standin’ in the doorway lookin’ like the Jack of Hearts
    He moved across the mirrored room, “Set it up for everyone,” he said
    Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin’ before he turned their heads
    Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
    “Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?”
    Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts
    Backstage the girls were playin’ five-card stud by the stairs
    Lily had two queens, she was hopin’ for a third to match her pair
    Outside the streets were fillin’ up, the window was open wide
    A gentle breeze was blowin’, you could feel it from inside
    Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts
    Big Jim was no one’s fool, he owned the town’s only diamond mine
    He made his usual entrance lookin’ so dandy and so fine
    With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
    He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
    But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts
    Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
    She slipped in through the side door lookin’ like a queen without a crown
    She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
    “Sorry, darlin’, that I’m late,” but he didn’t seem to hear
    He was starin’ into space over at the Jack of Hearts
    “I know I’ve seen that face before,” Big Jim was thinkin’ to himself
    “Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody’s shelf”
    But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the houselights did dim
    And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
    Starin’ at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts
    Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
    She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled
    She’d come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
    With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
    But she’d never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts
    The hangin’ judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
    The drillin’ in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
    It was known all around that Lily had Jim’s ring
    And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
    No, nothin’ ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts
    Rosemary started drinkin’ hard and seein’ her reflection in the knife
    She was tired of the attention, tired of playin’ the role of Big Jim’s wife
    She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide
    Was lookin’ to do just one good deed before she died
    She was gazin’ to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts
    Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away
    “Has your luck run out?” she laughed at him, “Well, I guess you must
    have known it would someday
    Be careful not to touch the wall, there’s a brand-new coat of paint
    I’m glad to see you’re still alive, you’re lookin’ like a saint”
    Down the hallway footsteps were comin’ for the Jack of Hearts
    The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
    “There’s something funny going on,” he said, “I can just feel it in the air”
    He went to get the hangin’ judge, but the hangin’ judge was drunk
    As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
    There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts
    Lily’s arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch
    She forgot all about the man she couldn’t stand who hounded her so much
    “I’ve missed you so,” she said to him, and he felt she was sincere
    But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear
    Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts
    No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick
    The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked
    And Big Jim was standin’ there, ya couldn’t say surprised
    Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes
    She was with Big Jim but she was leanin’ to the Jack of Hearts
    Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
    And cleaned out the bank safe, it’s said that they got off with quite a haul
    In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
    For one more member who had business back in town
    But they couldn’t go no further without the Jack of Hearts
    The next day was hangin’ day, the sky was overcast and black
    Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
    And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn’t even blink
    The hangin’ judge was sober, he hadn’t had a drink
    The only person on the scene missin’ was the Jack of Hearts
    The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, “Closed for repair”
    Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
    She was thinkin’ ’bout her father, who she very rarely saw
    Thinkin’ ’bout Rosemary and thinkin’ about the law
    But most of all she was thinkin’ ’bout the Jack of Hearts

    Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music

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    22. Tryin' To Get To Heaven with Steven Rings (What Did You Hear?) Jan 15, 2026
    Show notes

    In this episode, Henry joins Steven Rings, author of "What Did You Hear? The Music Of Bob Dylan," in his home studio to break down the music in the Time Out Of Mind masterpiece, "Tryin' To Get To Heaven."

    Listen to the album version, and when you hear us start talking about the "2000 version" found on both Fragments and Tell Tale Signs, listen here.

    Tryin' To Get To Heaven

    Written By Bob Dylan:

    The air is getting hotter
    There’s a rumbling in the skies
    I’ve been wading through the high muddy water
    With the heat rising in my eyes
    Every day your memory grows dimmer
    It doesn’t haunt me like it did before
    I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere
    Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
    When I was in Missouri
    They would not let me be
    I had to leave there in a hurry
    I only saw what they let me see
    You broke a heart that loved you
    Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
    I’ve been walking that lonesome valley
    Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
    People on the platforms
    Waiting for the trains
    I can hear their hearts a-beatin’
    Like pendulums swinging on chains
    I tried to give you everything
    That your heart was longing for
    I’m just going down the road feeling bad
    Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
    I’m going down the river
    Down to New Orleans
    They tell me everything is gonna be all right
    But I don’t know what “all right” even means
    I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
    Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
    I been all around the world, boys
    Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door
    Gonna sleep down in the parlor
    And relive my dreams
    I’ll close my eyes and I wonder
    If everything is as hollow as it seems
    When you think that you’ve lost everything
    You find out you can always lose a little more
    I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
    Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door

    Copyright © 1997 by Special Rider Music

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    21. Live In Dublin with Erin Callahan & Michael Glover Smith! Dec 15, 2025
    Show notes

    Henry ends 2025, reflecting on his trip to Dublin, Ireland to see Bob Dylan along with 2 All-Star guests, Erin Callahan and Michael Glover Smith.

    Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob,

    If you would like to support hosting my podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice. Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, & Linda Maultsby over on Substack.

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